when the night has come, and the light is hanging over the city, my eyes are almost blinded by that radiant glare. i am living in this city, at the meantime, i am getting far away from it. i could never hear the sound of light. people generated this city, by destroying it, like those killed natural specimen on the museum display. “the natural world is increasingly man-made”, tony cragg said. i am stacked in this city . where is the fucking utopia? people ever searched it, ever built it, but never made it. i am still in the city.
at last, i come to this century, from absurdity.
